route_1065 | before I was an orphan boy...

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before I was an orphan boy...

Who: little!Sion, little!Ryner, and their collective Pokemon
Where: their house in Ecruteak
When: May 12, during Time Crisis
Summary: what happens when two little boys wake up in a mysterious house together with a few dozen mysterious (and confused) critters
Rating: let's go with PG because they are tinies but, well, this is still LOLH
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It's strange to fall asleep in your own bed and wake up in one twice the size that you know isn't your own, in an unfamiliar room.

It's perhaps even stranger to wake up in that bed to find another unknown child sleeping next to you in that bed.

And perhaps even stranger still, all the mysterious animals that maybe bear some resemblance to those in story books if you squint. Like the pink puffball. Or the two cats with scythe-like horns.

...But it's also strange, but it somehow feels like it's okay. Even if he can't explain why. So for now, he just blinks.

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Johto is a strange place, isn't it.

A little unsure himself, he leads the way the direction the ink creature had floated, into the kitchen, where said ink creature presses some numbers on a mysterious box that begins to hum, before flitting over to a cupboard for something or another.

"What's that...?" he wonders aloud. What kind of box hums and glows, how, and for what purpose?

He's definitely staring quite a bit, himself.

"Magic...?" he wonders, albeit so quietly it's hardly more than a whisper. Though he's certainly never seen magic like that, even so.

"It's nothing like anything Dad's ever shown me," he responds, also in hushed tones. But that only makes him even more curious, as he creeps closer to get a better look.

Well, since the other kid is doing it... it's okay for him to follow along, right? Although still with a bit of caution, too, of course.

It is a fascinating humming light box, even as he has to pull himself a little bit up onto the counter in order to get a better look. There's even a little window in the front, through which are visible some little round breads with cheese on top that is clearly melting.

That's definitely interesting, to say the least. Though he can't fathom how it would work beyond a vague guess of maybe magic...?

He's definitely staring, though.

If it was magic, it was different than anything his father had ever done while he was watching... "I wonder if they know how it works." They, of course, referring to the creatures.

The inky one, for her part, was now mixing what looked like melted chocolate and crispy rice together. (Kids like crispy rice sweets, right?)

He doesn't know, so he doesn't have any answer for that. Though once it becomes clear that the food box is simply going to continue doing its thing for a while, he glances around the room again. While he could identify the food in the box, what strange floating creature was doing wasn't nearly as easy to recognize.

Well, after mixing the crispy rice, the chocolate, and some sort of sticky white thing together, she seems to be rolling the mixture into little balls and putting them on a pan.

So. You know. If you're curious, you can probably ask.

Unfortunately, no matter how curious he might be, his upbringing hasn't exactly been the sort that would encourage him to ask questions. So he's watching, instead, and trying to puzzle out what on earth the white stuff is. Bits of cooked egg whites? That's the closest he can think of, at least, and even that definitely doesn't seem right...

It's a little too sticky to be egg whites, isn't it...

Eventually, the inky thing does notice Sion watching, and suddenly seems to realize something. Putting things down for a moment, it reaches for a pad of paper and writes something, before showing it.

Would you like something to drink while you wait? I can get you fresh water, soda pop, lemonade, tea, coffee, or hot chocolate.

(Rose insisted on having soda pop around. Even if her dear partner could never get used to the stuff.)

It is, which is what's so puzzling. And while flour gets sticky when wet, he can't think of any reason why someone would use it like that.

He's definitely surprised when presented with the question though, and not sure what to say. Especially since he doesn't know what half the things on the list even are...

"Ah..."

That's okay, she can wait, because obviously you just don't instantly know what you want out of the selection.

...Though if it takes more than a moment or two, she wonders if maybe you don't know what some things are, being so young? So she places the pad down for a moment before zooming over to a white box and opening it up, producing several bottles of assorted liquids.

That's fresh water, soda pop, and lemonade covered, at least.

Seeing the bottles doesn't really help him much, as he's never seen anything like them before. The only drinks he knows of that came in bottles were wines, after all.

"Um..."

So instead he fidgets a little, unsure of what to do.

...That doesn't help, either. The inky black thing looks a little bit distraught at this.

...But okay. Maybe his tastes are still the same, even though he's tiny. And though Marian isn't about to serve wine to a four year old (gosh people!!!), maybe...

Something simple. He likes simple, right?

She. Pours a glass of water and offers it to him. No calories, but water is important!

He hesitates, still uncertain. It's obviously being offered to him, but that kind of glass... It's not very fancy, but it still looks like crystal. The kind of tableware old someone wealthy could afford. Would it really be alright for him to use it?

The scythe-horned creature gives him a nudge, gently but firmly pushing him forward. So he tentatively reaches out to take it, holding the glass carefully so he doesn't risk damaging it.

"Thank you very much..." At least he remembers his manners, though.

...Sion, if she'd poured it in a red solo cup, you'd have thought they'd have to be wealthy to have so many cups made of such a mystery material, wouldn't you.

Still. "Mas~" she chirps happily. Oh good. She did a good. That's good.

He doesn't exactly come from a privileged background, okay, what is he supposed to think?

But in any case he'll sip at it--tentatively at first, then more once he knows it's just water--while the strange floating black thing does... whatever it is that it's doing.

You'll only be satisfied by wood or something, huh. :|

But it is water! Clean, crisp, and cool. Possibly cooler than you're used to, considering that refrigerators are a more recent invention, but.

...And then the glowy humming box stops glowing and humming and instead beeps, which causes the other child in the room to jump a little. "Ah!"

It is very cool. Almost as cold as melted snow, but he doesn't remember seeing any snow outside the windows. Unless it was cooled by magic somehow...? But anyone with those kinds of resources probably would be fairly wealthy, anyway.

But in any case, that beep is definitely a little startling, and he looks over in surprise. Though he's careful not to drop the glass or anything, of course.

The inky thing, however, seemed to be expecting it, as she flits over to the box and opens it, pulling out a plate of... well, round bread with cheese melted on top, and also some red stuff between that looks and smells kinda like tomato.

(She made pizza bagels. ...She panicked okay.)

He recognizes the ingredients, for the most part, but not that particular combination.... But more importantly, is that what that box was for? He looks back and forth between the box and the plate--so it's some sort of tiny oven?

Evidently that would be the case. Though it's certainly no ordinary oven, is it.

The other boy puts a voice to this curiosity, because of course he does. "Whoa, how did it do that without a fire?" And no signs of magic being used, either, at least that he can see.

"Is it magic...?"

Perhaps in other worlds, that would be an absurd question, but where he's from, it's a perfectly logical conclusion to come to.

"Dad says magic uses circles, but I didn't see any..." And his dad knew the most about magic of anyone, so surely he would know if there was an exception, right?

The inky thing picks up her pen and, kind of meekly, writes a note for the boys: It's a microwave.

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